Author has written 16 stories for Night World series, X-Men: Evolution, X-Men, Another Faust, Criminal Minds, Night Circus, and X-Men: The Movie.
Hello everyone! I really don't know what to say about myself so I'll let this little profile thing below introduce myself for me!
Where Am I?: My happy place...
Favourite Colour: purple
Favourite Animal: tigers
Favourite TV Shows: Criminal Minds, X-Men Evolution, NCIS
Favourite Movies: 21, League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Interview With a Vampire, the X-Men Series, V for Vendetta, the Harry Potter series, and The Breakfast Club
Gallery Meetings = COMPLETE
Memories of the Morlocks = COMPLETE
Frozen Nightmares = COMPLETE
What Do I Do Without You, But With A Broken Heart? = COMPLETE
Along Came A Fire = incomplete
Criminal Minds: Chocolate, Sugar, and Campagne = COMPLETE
The Third Date = COMPLETE
Pretty Boy It's Cold Outside = COMPLETE
Pretty Boy Why So Loveable? = COMPLETE
Wilde for Spencer = COMPLETE
Snow Angels = COMPLETE
I'd Have Had To Miss The Dance = COMPLETE
Insomnia = COMPLETE
Night World - Child Services = incomplete (PERMANENT HIATUS)
Another Faust - Branded Roses = incomplete (PERMANENT HIATUS)
The Night Circus - Soil = COMPLETE
For everyone, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. For me, I just hope it's not a train.
You shouldn't say "I love you." unless you mean it. But if you do mean it, you should say it often... people forget.
Only two things are infinite:1) The universe. 2) Human stupidity. I'm not so sure about the universe
There are few problems that can not be solved with large ammounts of explosives.
If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence you tried.
A good girl is a bad girl who’s never gotten caught
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.
When the fires came
The smell of cinders and rain
Perfumed almost everything...
We laughed, and laughed, and laughed
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that's never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
We make tools for these kinds of people.
While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.
Because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world,
are the ones who do.